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But no Zechariah unless youвЂ™re also my grandmother.вЂќ вЂњAlrightвЂ¦Zachary?вЂќ she said, not sure if Zachary was what he wanted to be called. Not cold or angryвЂ¦he just seemed very much in charge. вЂњThink itвЂ™s probably safe for you to drop the вЂProfessorвЂ™ at this point, Grace,вЂќ he said and all the joking disappeared from his tone. He gave her a half smile and crossed his arms over his chest. вЂњHeard a rumor you were a scouser, Professor Easton. Took a magnifying glass to find the vowel in that mess of consonants. YouвЂ™ll steal all the consonants and use them all in one bloody town name.вЂќ At least he was comfortable enough to joke about that night. вЂњNo promises,вЂќ she said and found herself feeling suddenly at ease with him. Wearing jeans and a black t-shirt-sheвЂ™d never seen him in anything but a suit and tie before-and grinning a little devilishly at her, her teacher Zachary Easton was without a doubt the most attractive man sheвЂ™d ever seen in her life.

She looked at him waiting in the doorway to his flat. вЂњIf I let you in, will you promise not to ravish me again?вЂќД«lushing, Grace rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. The door opened and Grace gave him a nervous smile. In the fifteen seconds between the knock and the door opening, Grace had the time to live, die, and straighten her little navy dress that sheвЂ™d chosen because heвЂ™d once complimented her on it. Taking a deep slow breath, Grace strode to his door, reminded herself he was the one whoвЂ™d called and asked her to stop by, and knocked. She halted her train of thought before it could go any farther-if she thought about that night, sheвЂ™d crumble on the floor and the dustman would have to clean up the pieces of her tomorrow morning. She couldnвЂ™t believe what a coward she was being. Grace paced the hall for five minutes before working up the courage to knock on his door.

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